Chapter 7

• Chapter: "Devilish Smile"
• A week that I have not seen her eyes again, seven days of apparent tranquility, it has been one hundred and sixty-eight hours that the absence of the wolf has left me growing in suspense.
• That's why whenever someone comes along, I'm afraid it could be him. Relief comes over me every time I don't turn out to be that man. I have been in the room not knowing what to do, so I begin to remember my quiet life in New York City, the moments with my father and Elena; and Grace's headache-causing antics.
• I think that recalling familiar moments manages to forget that I am here, and there always comes a point where the opposite effect happens. I am aware of how much I miss them, how much I miss them.
• I need a hug from dad, a kiss on the cheek from mom, also the mischievous smiles from my little sister. All that tightens my chest, it is nostalgia, it is melancholy, it is a feeling that dominates every part of me.
• Veronika enters, the maid, she is also taciturn, at least she is, because she is forbidden to be friendly with me and talkative. I sigh on the ground, sitting in an Indian position, I try to pay attention to the film, but it is not to my liking. I have the remote control in my hands, I go round and round bored of the same thing.
• "The lord has arrived," she says suddenly, I stop fiddling with the device and look at her feeling my heart gallop -. Let him stay between us, at any moment he will come.
• "I won't say anything, I promise."
• "Well, I also heard that you plan to have fun with you, please, Luna, don't resist or it will be worse," she emits in a low voice, her words undoing me.
• Knowing in advance what will happen to me only takes my breath away and causes fear in my system. The tears accumulate suddenly, I do not want to break, I retain the salty liquid in my eyes, I push it away. Showing myself more fragile and vulnerable will not prevent me from hurting myself.
• I don't answer Veronika. I lose my eyes on the huge screen, but the attention continues to rage over her warning words.
• "With permission," she speaks again, leaving immediately.
• I hug my legs, sinking my head between the space of my knees. The lump in my throat squeezes me, each time the urge to cry imprisons me, I can't take it anymore. I can't resist it anymore.
• Next, the aforementioned shows up, breaking down the illusion of being safe, even in his territory. I have no way out, it is my sad reality. He is a giant, I am a trampled ant with just that look of his. He brings something in his hand, just looking at it is an instrument of torture, my pulse shoots colossal, my heart beats inside me.
• -No no no! "I refuse to believe that he will use that whip on my body, and in a ridiculous attempt to protect myself I back off as much as I can from his criminal presence."
• His smile appears, it is a diabolical gesture that contemplates my infinite terror with satisfaction. He likes to outrage, the torture that surrounds me like an incurable rash. I start to wheeze, my lungs can't stand the rush of oxygen that has vanished because of his evil.
• "You back off, but I move forward and finally corner you." You have no escapes, Lunita, "he teases, whipping the air that injects me with despair. Her dilated pupils make me shudder, I hit the wall and I know I'm lost. Turn around.
• Her demand comes when she is only inches away. The poison from his lips is breathed close and intoxication reaches me. He is standing in my space and his hands are on the wall behind me. Flight is impossible and salvation unattainable.
• The wolf's mouth roughly crosses the curve of my neck, accompanies the journey with his tongue. It is disgusting, it is disgusting, and that it awakens not only fear, but also a trembling in my lower part, I hate myself for it.
• The excitement oscillates the limits that I did not think I had, the intensity of his touching pierces me. He ends up uncovering my right shoulder, then directing his lips to the area and digging his teeth into my skin. I let out a groan, that hurt a lot. I even feel the blood that in question is already sucking out in spurts. Is it a vampire?
• No, but a lunatic.
• "Obey and walk to the bed, I've changed my mind, first I'll play a bit," he expresses, tightening my chin, so that I only see him.
• "Don't kill me, I beg you," I implore, I'm about to kneel, I don't want to die.
• "Fuck off to bed!" He repeats giving me a push that makes me fall face down on the bedspread, my body bouncing.
• Still face down, I hear the sound of a zipper being lowered. I drink thick, he will rape me. I can't believe I will end up losing my virginity to this monster. Not that he was looking forward to marriage or anything like that, but he was waiting for the right person.
• "You're going to have fun," he brags and turns me to him. He is completely naked from the waist down, his manhood salutes firing my heartbeat. To think that all that enter á in me, increases the heart rate, intimidates -. What are you waiting for? Get naked.
• Under his attention and relentless fear of him, I take everything off, he ends up taking off his shirt, revealing a perfect torso and muscular arms. A fight against him would be stupid, he is stronger. Unlike what I imagined, there is no trace of ink on his body. He is not the type of gangster who is full of tattoos.
• "Spread your legs for me, Luna," he urges, eager to finish destroying me.
• I refuse to obey, that's why he is the one who does it roughly and brings his member closer to my entrance. There are no preambles, there is no anticipation, he just buries himself in me in a beastly way that cuts me to bits. He tears my insides, he steals my innocence, he is a bastard. He brutally possesses me; the burning is terrible assiduous to the pain that intensifies.
• He moans with each thrust, knowing that I generate pleasure in him, infuriates me. He rapes me and that turns him on, after a few minutes I begin to experience a pleasant sensation that I hate. It is not correct, yet the weakness of the flesh inhabits every imperfect being, and I am no exception.
• I suppress unacceptable groans and gasps. I keep the repetitive whimper in my throat from the display of satisfaction, the avalanche grows enormous, to the point that I shake at the same time. I explode, I can't help it.
• It's all over, the end is just the beginning. He is on me, devouring my breasts, squeezing them without delicacy. I complain, digging my nails into his back, but it doesn't take long for him to growl at what I've done. He stops me, immobilizes my hands, after that he goes for some shackles that he adjusts on my ankles, then he takes some handcuffs and catches my wrists. The metal in both parts of my body hurts me, the prison crushes me.
• Inerme, everything is chilling, literally tied, I die of fear. His next action is a mystery. But between the suspense and the uncertainty I can still elucidate vile objectives. In those grayish greens dancing in sadism, I paralyze.
• Aleksander has not only returned with those metallic objects, he also returned with a small razor that descends on my chest that goes up and down uncontrollably. His eyes go wide. He's crazy, is he going to kill me?
• -Know? When my mother left, I was crying over her absence day and night. She was wondering… "He pauses. At no time does he leave aside the walk of the razor on my skin, he makes circles, deadly strokes and, I ask heaven that the edge does not leave bruises -. What did I do wrong? Did he leave because of me? Is it that he didn't love me? And guess what.
• "I'm very sorry, it must be difficult for a child," I whisper in a thread, despite everything I have the courage to speak to him. But what does that have to do with me?
• "Very much, Luna," she affirms with hatred, I see it in her orbs and I feel it in her voice loaded with hatred -. That's why you are here, I need to avenge the abandonment of him. Even if you are the wrong girl, it will still be a tragedy for my wretched mother and your idiot father.
• I can't believe it, I refuse to think such a thing. He is lying, he is fallacious, why should I believe him? Everything is so abstruse.
• "It is not true, it is not true what you say," I argue, suffering, it is a bitter pill, the very idea of knowing that Elena is her mother unnerves me.
• I know mom, yet did I know about her before she came into our lives? No, she has not told a dark past, so it is difficult for me to get used to the idea and the question arises, have I lived all these years calling a complete stranger mother?
• —Elena Konstantinov is my mother, in fact she is still married to my father. Her marriage was never dissolved, for that reason she was never able to marry your father. Now do you believe me, Luna?
• I scream furiously, pulling on the handcuffs, I can't let go, still not stopping, until he puts the razor on my neck threateningly. I calm down, a single movement will make the blade pierce my jugular.
• "Stop it, stop yelling or die right now."
• "Kill me once and for all, in the end you will!" I spit out crying.
• But he does not fulfill my desperate request, perhaps because he is not in his plan to take my life today. I get caught up in the look of him that he hesitates to deliberate the next action.